This morning, he got delayed, because Eleanor was in the bathroom litter box. So, he's standing in the hallway, waiting, holding my towel that I forgot to hang up. As he waits - so as not to disturb her. I join him watching, when I notice Moby crouching at the door, watching her. Something Moby does, we don't know why, presuming it to be a cat-thing. The scene is ridiculous, two people and a cat, waiting for second cat taking a piss, utterly oblivious. And Eleanor takes her time, lots of scratching -"I'll be out in a minute!" Finally Moby rushes her, which we normally try to dissuade him doing, but this morning it's all too fast, and I'm laughing too hard.
Not a bad way to begin a day, belly laughs.
All the sink bits are here. Drill holes marked. Drilling them much more difficult than hoped. One cut, the other mostly, but the drill battery needs recharge. More waiting. Well, it'll do a fine job holding up the sink.
Eventually got through, rather, D finagled it. I laid on the first coat of poly. Next two tomorrow. Turned out, the faucet included a drain, the flat grid type we wanted, matching the faucet finish. So, we'll take back the other one, with receipt, still sealed.
Did one with my life name, D impressed, so I had to do one for here, as well. Right? The sort of fiddly job I tend to do when I'm in the middle of a project. To keep myself moving in between, when I have to wait. Like shining doorknobs, polishing windows, spackling, de-linting keyboards at work, tasks that are so often neglected, being unimportant. Although they feel nice done. Satisfying little jobs.
Waiting is easier if I keep my hands busy. Like doing crosswords on the train when we lived in Boston. Without that, I get drifty and mopey.
Short day at work, cancelled a very long case - for all the right reasons. We took one case, which gave another room time for their more complex case. Which was all that would shift. My scrub got to go home and study, which made him happy.
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